open ✧ a head full of stars, just not in constellation yet

[realists]

Who: Jyn & y'all
Where: Home & Around (Go Ask Alice, work, running)
When: June 28-July 3
What: Surprise Jyn's not dead anymore
Warnings: Mentions of past character death in passing

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✧ ʜᴏᴍᴇ & ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ

Jyn doesn't venture very far that first day -- between Cassian's house and her own is about the size of it -- but once she is home she settles on the front porch with a cup of tea (hot, she doesn't believe in iced tea) and just looks at the town from her porch.

The days following finds her more adventurous, returning to her normal business. She goes back to work with Peter's exterminator business, cleaning up what remains of the carcasses of rodents around town. It's disgusting. She drops in Go Ask Alice for her lemon cookies that she suggests they just rename "Jyn's Lemon Cookies", settling at a table by the window to carefully construct elaborate and downright absurd mathematical puzzles for Mary. Not a single one of them is age appropriate for a seven year old but it doesn't seem to stop Jyn from designing them with what she learned from her father. She starts her daily runs again -- morning and night -- though now she actually does steer clear of the woods, observing the mess of the town as she passes, sneakers pounding against the pavement steadily.

It's business as usual.

Comments

[ouzel]

There probably was, but #fuckthepolice.

Also he wouldn't be at all surprised if she used knives to cut her own hair. It seems like a very Jyn thing to do. As it is, Cassian's mouth does a small, twitchy thing, because his face is unused to smiling for real and the muscles feel funny and it's like every physical sensation he normally has around Jyn is amped up, coating his exhaustion like a chocolate shell.

Or something.

"I'd like that." He nods. He kisses her again. "We need to get going or I'll stand here all day."

[realists]

Contrary to Jyn's aversion to PDA, she doesn't think she'd mind if they spent the rest of the day here. She hums an agreement against his mouth anyway. Yes, they should get going. They should not loiter kissing even if the idea of moving is too much.

"Yeah." With a gentle shove, she nudges him back enough to slip out and take his hand again. "It's strange, but I'm still tired." She's been out for a week, she has no reason to be tired, except maybe the stress of her entire life catching up to her.

"Home? You can update me now."

[ouzel]

"Alright." Home it is, then, which gives him a good segue into bringing her up to speed. He makes sure not to walk too fast, letting her set the pace, but their connected hands do swing a bit of an arch between them.

"Personal: I moved Poe in with me. He lives in the extra room now." He'd been more or less unofficially there, but now it was settled. "Caroline got hit with one of the bullets for the...strangely evolved humans and is in a coma."

[realists]

Both of her favorite men in town in one house, that's good. Caroline's in a coma, that's bad. Her mouth turns down into a frown, forehead wrinkling in concern.

"Poe must be a wreck." Cassian himself looks like he hasn't sleep in days and she knows that he keeps so much inside just like she does, but Poe is the opposite of them: buoyant and effusive and irritatingly share-y. Not to mention how conflicted his feelings for Caroline already are.

Aside from that though, "How is she still alive? Those bullets were taking them down when it wasn't even a kill shot."